My Bijou! A Maylor Love Story

Why Don't We Try Again....

15 February 1976

Cleveland - Morning

Brian's POV

"Thank you for the chocolates by the way....you shouldn't have.."  Chrissie told me as I was wiping the remnants of shaving cream from my face.  I had asked Peter Brown to have some chocolates bought and delivered to Chrissie at the hotel last night once I was reminded it was Valentine's Day.  I felt it was the least I could do for her.  She was stuck on the road and missing her social life at home.  Please she has really been there for me.  I smiled at her as she stood in the adjoining room doorway and pulled one of the chocolates from the box and ate it.  She seemed pleased with the assortment.  

"It was my pleasure Chrissie....I'm glad you like them..."  I said to her as I buttoned my shirt.  The telephone rang and I walked over to answer it.  Chrissie walked to the bathroom to put away my razor for me.

"Hello...."

"It's me....thank you for the beautiful flowers and the sentiment..."  I felt a rush inside me as I heard Roger's voice on the phone.  I instantly smiled and sat down on the bed.  I was thrilled he liked the flowers and the underlying message.

"Rog....can we talk today?"  I asked him; wanting to sit and really have a conversation about us; about our future.  

"I'd really like that..."  he told me with a quiet sincerity in his voice.  "Maybe when we get to the next hotel we can find some time alone.."  he suggested.  

"That's sounds good....I'll guess I'll see you on the bus..."  I replied.  I wanted to get off the bed and walk to his room and kiss him until I couldn't breathe.  But there isn't time.

"Can I stop by your room?"  he asked me as I stood up to start packing.

"Of course....I'm just packing up..see you soon..."  I replied as we hung up the phone.  I smiled at the thought of seeing him alone before we boarded the bus.  I looked over at Chrissie as I stuffed the last of my loose clothes in my suitcase and zipped it up.

"Are you packed and ready?"  I asked her.  Roger was already knocking on the door.  I couldn't help the knowing smile that spread on my face.  Chrissie gave me a bouyant look.

"I just need to check my bathroom..."  she told me with a wink and closed her door as she walked back in to her room.  I guess she knew who was at my door.  I walked over and opened it.  Roger was standing there looking rested and just so radiant.  My head is a bit clearer since I didn't take the higher dosage of medication last night and I could really focus on how beautiful he really is.  He had a sweet smile on his face and I moved to let him come in the room.

"I hope this is alright..."  Roger looked a little uncertain as he entered but I wanted him to know where my heart is.  I closed the door and walked up to him as he looked in my eyes for any hint of where I am at with us right now.  I cupped his face with my hands and leaned in and kissed him gently.  He smiled against my lips; just like he did last night.  I still love it when he does this.  It tells me how much he likes my kisses.  I leaned back and smiled at him; still holding his lovely face in my hands.  Roger showed me a smile as well as we quietly gazed at each other.  Our moment was shattered by a knock on my door.

"It's got to be about the luggage..."  I told him as I stood close to him.  I let go of his face and walked to the door.  I opened it to find Vick standing there with a large cart behind him.

"Ready to go?"  he asked me.  I nodded and sighed lightly.  I was sad that this was all the time we had alone right now.  I stepped out of the way so Vick could retrieve my bags.  Roger walked to Chrissie's door and knocked to advise her the luggage cart was here.  I watched Vick grab my suitcase and Roger walked past me.